The third son, Michael Corleone, did not stand with his father and his two

Brothers but sat at a table in the most secluded corner of the garden. But even

There he could not escape the attentions of the family friends.

Michael Corleone was the youngest son of the Don and the only child who had

refused the great man's direction. He did not have the heavy, Cupid-shaped face

Of the other children, and his jet black hair was straight rather than curly. His skin

Was a clear olive-brown that would have been called beautiful in a girl. He was

Handsome in a delicate way. Indeed there had been a time when the Don had

worried about his youngest son's masculinity. A worry that was put to rest when

Michael Corleone became seventeen years old.

Now this youngest son sat at a table in the extreme corner of the garden to

Proclaim his chosen alienation from father and family. Beside him sat the

American girl everyone had heard about but whom no one had seen until this day.

He had, of course, shown the proper respect and introduced her to everyone at

The wedding, including his family. They were not impressed with her. She was too

Thin, she was too fair, her face was too sharply intelligent for a woman, her

Manner too free for a maiden. Her name, too, was outlandish to their ears; she

Called herself Kay Adams. If she had told them that her family had settled in